Page 37 of Nikolai Petrov

“Why don’t you tell Santa what you want me to do?” His firm finger makes an agonizing circle on my clit. “I think you’ve soaked into my chair. Such a naughty girl.” His hips roll in an arch and he pushes between my shoulders, forcing his hard length deeper.

“Oh, my god,” I pant. “Please, fuck me?” My nails dig into his knees as my body shudders. It’s like every nerve ending in my body is being electrified.

“That’s my good girl. Christmas will come early for you, my love.” He pushes us both up, still buried deep inside of me. “Kneel on my chair. I want you to flood the seat so every time I sit in it I can think of your wet pussy.”

On shaking legs, my legs nestle into the warm leather and my elbows brace against the back. It smells like his cologne, subtle and spicy.

“Now—” His hands make heated trails up and down my thighs before settling around each of the globes of my ass. “—are you going to wear panties again?” He pulls back so only the very tip of his length is in me, then he pauses.

Wiggling my hips, a whine of frustration slips out of me. “Only when you tell me to.” My forehead drops to my arms. I hope that’s the right answer. Need quivers in me and drips onto the cooling cushion between my knees.

He thrusts lightning into me with a grunt, then withdraws and slams in again. “Is that what you want, little bird?”

“Yes, Daddy!” I scream to the ceiling as the first tremors begin to overtake me.

He grips my waist, rutting into me as spasms quake through me in shuddering waves. Stars burst behind my eyes when he groans and spurts his release, joining me in pulsing ecstasy.

His hands frame me, propping himself on the arms of the worn leather seat. Hot breath tickles over my shoulder before the soft nibble of his lips work along my collarbone.

“My beautiful wife. Consider your punishment rendered.” As he withdraws his softening cock, another small aftershock runs through me.

“I haven’t asked, yet. What did you want for Christmas?” He’s given me all the money I could ever need, but what do I buy a man who can get anything he wants?

He helps me stand on shaking legs and smooth the wrinkled fabric of my dress before pulling me to him tightly, his lips tenderly touching my temple.

“This is all I could ever hope for. My growing family, all under one roof.” His warm palm rubs down the curve of my extended belly. “And the fierce love of a magnificent woman. Let’s get you off to bed. There won’t be many restful nights left. We’re going to make sure the wall ring with the cries of children for many more years.”

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